My Least Favorite Word

Many people have words they do not like.  I know many mothers who forbid their children to use the word “stupid.”   “Shut up” is another popular non-favorite with the pre-school crowd.  “Suck” probably tops the list for middle school mothers.

My least favorite words is “Plateau” as in “a state of little or no change following a period of activity of progress.”  Yeah, plateaus really suck.

I am in a stupid plateau and have been for the last three weeks.  It is normal for me to lose weight at a fairly good clip and then just skid to a halt.  I know this to be my normal, but come-on, shut up; I would like to reap some benefits from my hard work.

I am trying hard not to use all the bad words when I get on the scale in the morning and it is basically the same thing everyday.  I know this too shall change and that I have to keep at it.  I know that my body has caught on to the fact that I am not giving it as many calories to live on and it has said, “Whoa. We are going to go into that caveman, non-starvation mode and learn to live on what you are eating so as not to die.”

See I am one of those humans who should have been alive 500 years ago when the food supply was not so constant.  My body is brilliant at holding onto fat for just that time of year when food was scarce.  You naturally skinny people who need to eat constantly just to keep going, you would have never made it through one drought season, let alone a little old famine.

So if I seem a little more grouchy than usual it must mean that I am still stuck on this darn plateau.  But I know from experience that eventually I will walk off a cliff and drop a few more pounds.  If it doesn’t happen soon you might have to bleep out my whole blog.